#skids fic

[somerandomcockroach]

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(Have been digging in some fics and more arts in the free time and... oh well there is much less with them all of what I would have liked to see or read. I mean Nightbeat and Skids look like a skittles disaster to draw can't blame no one ahah But overall there is so little of their possible dynamics)

[saltynsassy31]

Full disclaimer, I have to read any of the fics written for Shockwave and the kids yet as I've been busy and off Tumblr for a bit for my own mental health lol

But I recently saw a photo of an abandoned carousel in some underground area filled with puddles and it reminded me of that one deleted scene from Detroit: Become Human where the Jerry's make a broken carousel work again for Alice and they all just watched her happily play on it as the world around them crumbled.

And, with that thought, it also reminded me of Shockwave and the kids and I simply HAD to write a small drabble fic of it. Sorry if it isn't accurate for the characters or the story already made, but I hope it's enjoyed regardless :3

And, I hope, with all the angst going on, this fluffy story will satisfy yall a bit XD

[This is the post I saw that inspired me to write this, if anyone wants a visual of the place: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DGog_W_vDiR/?igsh=b3FsYm50enJhM3ln ]

AU belongs to @keferon

Carousel

~☆~

As the days went by, the situation they all found themselves in was slowly starting to get far too real. It was fun, at first, running around abandoned buildings and scavenging for whatever they could find, spending time with their newly acquired aquatic dad friend who kept them safe and well fed.

But then things started to show up and it scared them. Shockwave tried to avoid the areas with the most floating bodies, the children having seen enough of that (and he hoped they hadn't seen any they would recognise), but every now and then something would float up and startle them. Other times they'd run into bigger problems while scavenging and they had far too many close calls for Shockwave's liking.

They tend to keep themselves entertained, for the most part. Shockwave only occasionally indulged. But, usually, he could simply gently float on the surface of the water and let the kids tire themselves out. However, they've become more quiet lately.

It was hard to tell what caused it. Could be a myriad of things, as listed before, maybe it was finally starting to dawn on them how the situation was far from ideal. Maybe it was the conversation they had with that Orca - Jazz, was it? Shockwave couldn't tell, and it bothered him.

He missed their lively chatter (it still happened, but few and far between). A part of him was starting to wonder if the humans who called him out on the fact that this wasn't normal behaviour for human children were right, a small pang of regret reaching the back of his mind.

But he shook those thoughts away. Now wasn't the time. Nothing about their situation was normal anyway, he was already providing more than enough for them to survive this cruel world.

Shockwave was aggressively pulled out of his drifting thoughts by an ear piercing screech that immediately put him on high alert.

“Guys! Guys! Look!” He heard Skids say. Turning to look at him, he followed where the boy was pointing at.

It looked to be some kind of fair or theme part, it was a little hard to tell. Half of it was submerged, but there were some areas in which the water had receded. Shockwave relaxed once he deemed the situation safe, but still gave a small scrutinising glare at Skids for causing unnecessary concern - which went, of course, completely ignored.

“Oh wow, it looks pretty banged up, huh?” Tc noted, crawling closer to the edge of Shockwave's back to get a better look.

“But there might still be some things left over. You know how much they tend to sell in these places? And now we can just snag them!” Warp argued, already getting excited at the thought.

“Do we really need more useless things to carry around?” Trailbreaker argued, the bag he carried strangely heavier on his back.

“There are other things we could do there.” Skids quickly chimed in. “We could check out some of the games they have.”

“Would there be any still working?”

“Carnival games easy to fix, Soundwave up to the task.”

They all turned to look at Soundwave, seemingly to silently fall into an agreement.

Warp turned to face Shockwave, clasping his hands together as he pleaded. “Can we go there? Pretty pleaaaase?” Before he could even answer, the others had joined them.

He wasn't going to say no. This was the exact type of fun distraction they needed, maybe it would help them go back to their usual, energetic selves. So the theatrics were unnecessary. Still, he couldn't help the small amusement it brought him. He pretended to think it over, as if he didn't already have their answer.

“Hmm, I don't know…”

Those simple words were enough to make them all Start to plead harder, making their eyes as big as possible, throwing promises he knew they'd never actually follow through.

That broke the façade he was trying to play up, causing him to laugh. “Alright, alright. We can go.” The kids erupted into celebratory cheers, hugging each other and jumping on Shockwave's back. “But don't stray so far where I can't reach you, okay?”

They all nodded, but he only had trust in some of them to actually obey his orders.

Regardless, he swam over to the abandoned park and waited until they had slid off of him before crawling over onto land. The ground was still pretty wet, so it made it easier for him to slide around and follow them, keeping himself to the more deeper puddles when possible.

He watched as they all went to different directions with their own, small group. Tc and Warp, always tied to the hip, ran over to some of the stands that still had some prizes hanging. Windcharger and Trailbreaker followed Damus as he ran to play some of the games that didn't require power to work. And Skids and Soundwave went…

Where did they go?

Panic immediately followed the realisation. Shockwave stood up straighter and began to spin his head around in search of the two missing kids. The others didn't seem to have noticed their absence, too enthralled in their own activity.

He was about to start calling when he heard a familiar boisterous voice call from not too far. “Guys! Over here! Come see what me and Soundwave just discovered!”

Immediately, all of the attention was on Skids who had a smile so wide Shockwave was worried he'd hurt himself with it. The others looked at each other briefly before making their way over, Damus hesitating a bit before putting down the fishing rod he held and following the rest.

Shockwave did so as well, to the best of his abilities anyway. The further they went, the tighter the space became and less water reached the surface for him to easily slide around. He wanted to voice his complaint of them going too far, like he had explicitly told them not to before coming here (and really, he thought Warp would have disobeyed first before Soundwave. Skids made sense, but him?) But before he could even think of what to say, Skids noticed his struggle and seemed to remember something.

“Oh, right! Almost forgot.” He jogged over to the mer shark and gently grabbed at one of his fingers to guide him elsewhere. “There's an opening that takes you directly to the area we found. You have to swim underneath some rubble, but it should fit you.”

The boy took him to some dilapidated attraction of the park, it was too broken to tell what it used to be, but it did create an opening that allowed Shockwave to fit through perfectly fine. “Just swim straight ahead and it should take you to the area, we'll meet you there.”

Immediately, Shockwave didn't like that idea, and he didn't need to voice his thoughts for the teen to catch on, his glare doing the job just fine. “It'll be fine, don't worry! It's not that far. Less than a minute, probably less than a second for you since you're so big you'll just have to slide in and out. Besides, there's nothing here, the place is completely barren.”

Shockwave was still unconvinced.

Skids took to pleading. “Please! It'll be quick, I promise you. And worth it too! It's the exact thing we've been needing, and Soundwave put a lot of work on it. I know you don't like leaving us alone for even a second, but give it a chance?”

They stared at each other for a moment, Skids making his eyes as wide and innocent as possible and Shockwave hoping the stubborn teen would dispel this idea with his glare alone.

In the end, Skids guppy eyes were far too powerful even for a great shak such as Shockwave. And the kid was right, wasn't this what he wanted for them to begin with?

He let out a heavy sigh of defeat and reluctantly agreed to it. “Fine. I trust you, but if anything shows up–”

“We don't engage with it and call for you, yes, I know. Now go! Soundwave is waiting!” Skids ushered Shockwave to submerge himself into the large opening with the wave of his hands and only joined back with the others once he could no longer see the large mer.

One relief Shockwave had was that the tunnel formed was large enough that he could easily turn around and pop back out if he heard any of the kids in danger, though it also lacked any proper escape for him as it only had one direction for him to go. Straight ahead or backwards. 

But Skids was right in saying the trip was short, he could already hear the muffled voices of his children. Soon enough, he found himself resurfacing, the lively chatter being the first thing his senses picked up on.

When the children heard the splash of water, they all turned to look towards the source of the noise, their excitement almost blindingly radiat in contrast to the dark, murky room they found themselves in.

The place was closed off by fallen buildings that created a sort of cave around them, plenty of fauna already making its home here. It was fairly empty as well, save for the large, round attraction in the middle of the room. It had horses stuck to poles inside it, a dim pink and gold decorating the whole thing, the paintings that littered it had long since faded and it was hard to tell what it once was.

“Okay, you're here, good.” Skids turned to Soundwave, who was standing next to what looked to be a control panel. “Soundwave, would you do us the honours?”

The other teen nodded, bending down to start pulling at some wires in place of pressing the buttons offered. Warp scoffed, crossing his arms and looking skeptically at his friend. “There's no power here, how in the world are you going to get it to work? I swear, if you brought us all the way here for nothing I–”

Before he could finish his sentence, a blast of music and light echoed loudly around the empty space, causing everyone to flinch back and cover their ears. Shockwave nervously looked around, worried that the loud noise might have attracted some unwanted attention. Once the shock faded, Skids ran up to Soundwave and gestured proudly at the now working carousel.

“Ta-da!”

“Wh…how is this possible!?” Warp questioned, looking at Soundwave for answers, to not only be ignored, but shoved around by the other kids who ran towards the attraction. “Seriously?! Is no one else even a little bit concerned on how this is possible?”

Tc placed a hand over his shoulder, bringing his attention to him. “Warp, just enjoy the miracle. When are we going to get another chance like this?”

Warp could only grumble. Tc was right, they wouldn't, not for a long time. That didn't mean he had to accept it though.

Shockwave watched as they all walked over and picked their favourite horse, Tc and Skids fighting over the same blue one before Trailbreaker broke their fight up and offered his to Tc, walking up to help Damus up and sit with him instead. Shockwave observed the way Soundwave continued to pick at the control panel and looked up at the other children, waiting for their confirmation that they were ready before clicking something and closing the panel. As soon as he did that, the carousel began to slowly move, the horses bobbing up and down in gentle motions, causing the kids to excitedly cheer.

Soundwave stepped on the moving platform while it was still picking up speed and sat on a random horse near Windcharger. Although not as vocal as the others, he was clearly enjoying it.

Shockwave couldn't quite get what was so entertaining about the thing. It was slow, even after it picked up some speed, and the music was painful to the ears. But that didn't quite matter, did it? They were happy, and they were having fun.

It clearly was something they knew about before the tsunami, before their civilization fell apart. A simple joy of life that they missed.

And, in a world dimmed by tragedy and destruction, where at every corner something threatens their very existence, isn't that all they could ask for?

So, in a small moment of peace, Shockwave let himself relax. He bent forward and rested his chin over his crossed arms and watched as his children sang along with the screechy music, bouncing on their fake horses and pretending they were in some high chase in their little imaginary world.

In this dreary reality, even the artificial light of a broken past could make it all worth it. 

[xo-myloves]

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔

༞༞༞༞༞𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛-𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝༞༞༞༞

𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: @dvztbvg <3

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽!!!!

𝚃𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜:

Incest, r***, shit kink, self harm play? But knife play is okay, just no like on purpose forcing someone to hurt themselves, no age play, but age gaps are okay if reader is over 18.

𝚃𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚞𝚙𝚜:

Bdsm, hair pulling, daddy and mommy kink, total submission, total domination, any kinks really, I don’t wanna name them allllllllllll

𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁, 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙺𝙺 𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁, 𝙾𝚁 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 <𝟹𝟹𝟹

𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕆𝔽 ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ ꨄ

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚓𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗: 🧛🏻‍♀️,💋,🎸🥺

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚓𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

𝙶𝚄𝙽𝚂 '𝙽' 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁-𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

𝙼𝙾̈𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝚁𝚄̈𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁-𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁-𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

(𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕)💋

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚜

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

[starlightwoofwoof]

A A A A U U U G G G H H H H sorry for not posting in a few days- the whole storage thing activated my art block I think

I know I still have asks to do- but I wanted to doodle more things about my Spooky Month x The Horror at Camp Jellyjam AU because I haven’t posted about it in a while sooooo

here

[spookyskidy]

SPOILERS FOR, THIS IS SCARY (the fanfic)

BE AWARE

HIII.

OK SO

Skid is ‘everything’

HOPE IS A FUCKING CULTIST?!

AND ROBERT IS ALIVE. (THANK EYES.)

WE STILL DINT KNOW ABOUT SKID THO… IS HE ALRIGHT. WE WILL HABE TO WIAT TO KNOW.

UH SO FAR JACK AND JOHN ARE ALRIGHT.

KEV AND RADFORD MIGHT HAVE BEEN ADUCTED ALONG WITH JACK AN JOHN.

FUCK :3

OMG I CANT WAIT FOR CHAPTER 9.

ANY THEORYS?

[lulublack90]

Prompt 17 - Energy

@jegulus-microfic February 17, Word count 473

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Regulus was scared. It was a lot to take in. James had just turned into the largest stag he’d ever seen. The stag watched him and slowly bowed its antlered head towards him. A sense of dread flooded through Regulus as for a spilt second he thought the beast intended to charge him. He looked into the stag's eyes and felt calm overtake the dread. They were James’s eyes; he’d know them anywhere. 

Tentatively, he held out his hand and let the tips of his fingers brush against the velvet-soft fur on the stag's muzzle. The stag nuzzled into his hand, the surprisingly strong lips nibbling at Regulus’s fingers. A sweet laugh escaped his mouth, and he quickly clasped his hands to it, to stop any more from escaping. 

The black dog walked around the stag and plopped itself on the floor at Regulus’s feet. Regulus looked at it, and a long pink tongue flopped out of the side of its mouth. 

“Even as an animagus, you’re so predictable. A black dog, really, Sirius? Not even an ounce of originality.” He scoffed at the dog. That seemed to break the tension in the room. The dog hopped up on its back legs, resting its front on Regulus’s shoulders and stared deep into his eyes. Regulus found himself entranced. It was an odd feeling, staring into the eyes of a dog. Eyes that looked exactly like his brothers. Eyes that looked exactly like his own. The long pink tongue reappeared and licked from Regulus’s chin to his hairline. “Yuck!” He grimaced, shoving the dog away and using the sleeve of his robe to wipe away the slobber.

Sirius bounded around the room, expelling an unmeasurable amount of energy. Regulus chose to ignore his showboating brother and turn his attention back to the stag. “And you don’t hurt them?” His question was directed towards Remus, as the other two could no longer speak. Remus shuffled uncomfortably. 

“I wouldn’t say they don’t get hurt exactly. The wolf is quite strong, but they aren’t affected by the way a human would be.” 

“So you bite them?” Regulus asked in a flat voice. Remus shuffled again. 

“It’s not on purpose. When I transform, I don’t have control over the wolf.” Regulus nodded, taking all the information in. 

“And every month, these idiots follow you to wherever it is you go to transform and then what you frolic?” Regulus kept his face neutral, but internally, he was imagining his brother being chased through the forbidden forest by a teenage werewolf. That was something he’d pay a lot of money to see. An idea formed in his head, and he looked at Remus, ignoring the stag and the dog. “I want to become an animagus and join you.” Sirius tripped over his own paws and went skidding across the floor. 

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[noodleblade]

i loved your simpatico mistletoe fic. what other bots fall victim to Swerve's mistletoe?

Heehee Thank you <3 I love those nerds so much GAH!

Uhhh cygate+whirl, dratchet, rodimags and Swerve/Skids under the cut:3 This got a BIT longer than I intended but who cares:)

Cygate+whirl:

Tailgate see the mistletoe and is eager about trying it out himself. He's not entirely sure if the mistletoe itself holds any compulsive properties or its just solely tradition but either way he wants to give it a go. New experiences and all that.

Cyclonus is so against this idea. For multiple reasons. 1. It would be inherently performative to go purposefully put yourself under it. 2. Cyclonus has some trepidations about human traditions as a whole, especially when so many mechs on this ship can't even remember their own Cybertronian ones. 3. He has complicated feelings about Tailgate willingly putting himself under the mistletoe and some random mech being the one to kiss him. Every time Tailgate brings up trying it out, Cyclonus desperately thinks of another reason to keep Tailgate seated in the booth beside him. He's not sure how long he can keep up the ruse.

Whirl, ever observant and ever chaotic, sees all this and takes matters into his own hands. Claws. You get it. Despite how vigilant everyone has been with the whole mistletoe situation, it is surprisingly easy to snatch it without anyone noticing. It also takes a surprisingly long time for anyone to notice it is missing. Enough time for Whirl to make his way around the room and poise it innocently over Tailgate and Cyclonus's helms. Someone has to get their two to stop toeing around each other and he is tired of no one stepping up to the plate.

What he didn't take into consideration is getting a nuzzling kiss from Tailgate too. And an awkward yet tender peck from Cyclonus...After that, he lost track of the mistletoe, more than happy to cozy up between the two and sip their spiced energon together. He's giddy the rest of the night. Mission accomplished. And he received a delightful holiday bonus.

Dratchet:

Ratchet is mildly concerned once he knows the mistletoe is missing. He had been weary of it since he first saw it being installed. He had just wanted to get a drink with First Aid and Ambulon and then he was going to be on his way. But once the mistletoe was hung up, his only exit was blocked.

Granted, the mistletoe being there didn't mean he had to kiss anyone. Plenty of mechs had been fortunate enough to pass through with no issue. But Ratchet wasn't sure his luck would be the same. Not to mention, there was only one mech he'd even be remotely okay with kissing. Maybe even a little more than okay with. But Drift was anchored at Rodimus's booth and seemed to have no intention of getting up anytime soon.

But once it is missing, a new worry comes about. Too many mechs around him have a penchant for mischief and Ratchet is too tired to want to deal with it. He weighs his odds of successfully escaping without any drama while he sips his drink and is surprised when the metal flower falls into his lap. He's not sure how he got this or why but First Aid and Ambulon start giggling like pre-med students and egging Ratchet on about having to kiss someone.

Ratchet is not wholly upset with this. Fate is in his own hands and as long as he keeps the mistletoe to himself, there is nothing to worry about. He can make his escape and toss the dreaded thing out. Only halfway into standing up and turning, he runs right into Drift.

Drift had been listening to Rodimus's "pep talk" all night and finally decided to make his move. All he had to do is ask Ratchet for a drink or a walk or even just a small conversation. He'd take anything at this point. From what he could see across the bar, Ratchet looked in good spirits so he thinks this is a good as any chance.

When Ratchet turns to face him, all thoughts of confessions or propositions flee his mind because his optics drop to the metal mistletoe in his hands. Both of them are awkward about it and Ratchet, fully fed up with the entire debacle of the mistletoe and maybe a little inebriated, just throws it aside and gives Drift a kiss on the cheek.

Drift is...more than happy with this outcome. They leave Swerve's together. To walk. To talk. To exchange more kisses.

Rodimags:

Rodimus sees the mistletoe on the ground and snatches it up immediately. A million ideas go through his head of how he can mess around with it (and maybe score a few kisses himself). However, before he can even act on any of them, a heavy hand lands on his shoulder and Rodimus doesn't even need to turn around to see Magnus's unamused faceplates.

The worst part is Rodimus can't even uno-reverse the situation. Magnus is too tall for him to get the mistletoe above them so he just crosses his arms and tries to pretend he only had the purest of intentions of going to hang it back up. He's not even sure if Magnus believes him, but he does offer to help.

Ultra Magnus absolutely does not believe Rodimus was being a Good Samaritan but he will go with the lie if it means getting that idiotic item out his hands. Plus, he is at least tall enough to affix it himself, rather than watching Rodimus use a wobbly chair or worse climb another mech's shoulders. He is a little weary when Rodimus follows him along but its not entirely unwelcomed. Contrary to popular belief, he does enjoy Rodimus's company.

Little does he realize, as he his hanging the mistletoe over the doorway, it does position it above both of them. Rodimus's grin is all teeth, daring and challenging. Smug. Magnus is not amused as he often isn't when Rodimus decides to be how Megatron's puts it: a little shit.

The smug grin is wiped off Rodimus's face as Magnus leans down and gives him a kiss right on the lips. Rodimus...hadn't expected Magnus to meet his challenge. But he certainly isn't complaining now. Especially when Magnus pulls away and he's got the faintest of warmth crawling up his cheeks.

Rodimus's proposition to continue things in his rooms is very much turned down. However, his counter proposal of sharing a drink...is accepted warmly.

Skids/Swerve:

Swerve is pleased with the entire event. The mistletoe was a grand success but so was his newly crafted spiced energon. Skids had also been immeasurable helpful is putting the whole event together and Swerve is even more thankful that his friend stayed behind to help clean up.

It takes them a while and they drink the remaining spiced energon together while they tidy up. The last thing they have to go with remove the mistletoe which Skids offers to do while Swerve wipes down the sticky bar top.

The crinkling of metal is Swerve's only clue that Skids has returned and when he looks up, Skids is hanging it above Swerve's helm with a soft smile.

Their kiss is soft and sweet, tastes like spiced energon and holiday cheer. At least, that's what Skids says when he retells the story. Swerve is just happy the night ended even better than he thought. He keeps the mistletoe in the back. Ready to bring back out next holiday season.

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

A Spooky Story ( @zay-does-things + @awesomegamer1 )

"Y'know, since it's Halloween- er, Spooky Month, how about I tell you two a story?" Bonnie grinned.

She could tell the kids were thrilled by the idea.

"YES! YES!" Skid cheered.

"Is it a scaaary story?" Pump asked.

"Oh, you bet your last Butterfinger it'll be!" She smirked.

Clearing her throat, Bonnie began her tale, making sure to stay dramatic all throughout.

"Once upon a time, there was a young lady who was just trying to get through school and start her life, but there was just one little problem: her boyfriend, the person she loved more than anything in the whole wide world, had disappeared!"

The children gasped in excitement, stars practically glimmering in their eyes.

"So, she began searching for something, anything that could make her feel happy again. It took quite a long time, but she eventually did it. She had found the key to her recovery."

Bonnie then paused for dramatic effect, letting the suspense sink in.

"Or, so she thought, because it turned out the game she wanted to play was CURSED!" She bellowed, raising her arms into the air like a monster about to devour its victim. "And when she opened it, it SUCKED HER VERY SOUL into it, locking her inside a tiny, blue-haired prison! And now, she wanders the world of the game, fighting people in search of a way ouuuuut!"

There was a beat of silence, before Skid and Pump began to applaud enthusiastically, complementing her storytelling skills as they did.

They laughed and chatted for a bit, before Skid turned to Bonnie. "Hey, is this story true? If it is, then we'd really like to meet this girl!"

"Yeah, she sounds spooky!"

"Well, let me tell you a little secret."

She leaned closer to them, her bright green eyes shining in the pale moonlight seeping in from the window.

"I am that girl. So how's about we get SPOOKY up in here, eh?"

Their deafening cries of agreement clearly showed the turn this night would take for the both of them.

[tamari-real]

Spooky_Month_Imbecile Here.

hi.

i see that my beloved Skump ship (BEAUTIFULLY renamed Fireskulls!) has began to gain traction!!!

so I quietly represent...

MY OLD AS FUCK (POST-EPISODE 3) SPOOKY TWIN PRIDE MONTH SERIES!!!

...

yeah, I've been hibernating in this fandom for fucking, what? Two-two and a half years now? Time for my ass to have predicted the damn future /hj

[peacesells-imbuying]

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huge fans of: Metallica, Megadeth, GN’R, Hanoi Rocks (they deserve more love), Motley Crue, The Doors, Skid Row, Nirvana, RHCP, Korn (corn lol), Poison way more!

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[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Big Guns

for @heytheredeann cuz it's somewhat loosely based on Sticks, stones and words.

the song fits them really well but it was the "he didn’t really think Solo would take out the big guns against him." line that rly spurred me into it, hope u like it <3

lyrics under the cut!

I wet my lips, I thought I had it made She circled once and then she dropped the bomb She got the big guns pointed at my heart Bang-bang, shooting like a firing squad Big guns, she blew me away And I went down in flames

[somerandomcockroach]

Finally a beak of hope! Easy plan: Primus will save everyone!

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One of the only characters about who I still barely got any interesting image from reading mtmte and ll is Velocity, so if there are any crazy "strict to canon" fans of her reading it, I am honored to disappoint big time ~

[the-spooky-children]

What if in the end the plot is that Skid's dad did all the cult and spooky stuff just to entertain his son? Because a father who loves would do things for his son to have fun (Sorry, I have a fever

Best ending

[xo-myloves]

ok second try i'll change it sorry i'm not good at this😭 so ig the plot, the reader is at the guns n roses concert in the front row watching skid row perform and the reader catches Sebastian's eye cuz she kinda looks like slash (iykyk dont judge) and takes her backstage and does the DIRTEST shit u could possibly think of 😖please just feed my big ass ego🙇🏾‍♀️ sorry if this is all over the place im deprived of a normal working brain

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 "𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚠" 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑, 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎.

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

It was a late night at the cat house, the lights were bright and irritating, my cheeks flush with alcohol that hit my system, my eyes getting hazy, my curls getting in front of my face, my feet went to along with the beat and vibration to the music.

The new singer on stage making my body heat up, the way he moved, moving almost like axl did, but the way his long straight blonde locks moved, his tall frame running around stage, his long arms throwing the microphone like it was nothing.

Fuck it made me so wet….

It wasn’t hard getting backstage, since I knew the guy who owned the joint, letting me through to the green rooms where the band mates stayed, skid rows (the name of the band) had just ended their set, I knew I needed to get with him…

The roar of the crowd still echoed through the venue, muffled only by the thick walls of the backstage area. The air smelled like sweat, leather, and the lingering haze of cigarette smoke. You leaned against the dressing room counter, the bright vanity lights casting a glow over your flushed skin.

Sebastian stormed in, still riding the high of the show, his long blonde hair damp with sweat, strands sticking to his face. His chest rose and fell beneath his half-unbuttoned shirt, tattoos peeking out from the fabric, his tall frame taking up all the space in the room.

“You looked good out there,” you teased, twisting a curl around your finger, watching the way his eyes darkened at the comment.

His lips curled into a smirk as he strode toward you, crowding you against the counter. “Yeah? You looked pretty fuckin’ good out here.” His voice was rough, still hoarse from screaming into the mic.

His fingers trailed over your hip, grazing the fabric of your outfit like he was deciding whether or not to tear it off. His body was so close you could feel the heat radiating from him, the electricity in the air thick enough to drown in.

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy, you know that?” he muttered, his breath hot against your ear.

You tilted your chin up, meeting his gaze with a wicked grin. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

Sebastian chuckled low in his throat, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Oh, baby,” he whispered, his lips just barely brushing yours. “You’re about to find out.”

His lips hovered over yours, teasing, making you wait. His breath was ragged, his hands rough where they gripped your waist, fingers digging in like he needed to feel you, like the distance between you was still too much.

“Been watching you all night,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You think I didn’t see you out there? Lookin’ at me like that?”

You smirked, curling your fingers in the front of his shirt, tugging him just a little closer. “Like what?”

Sebastian let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head. “Like you wanted me to do this.”

And then he was on you. His lips crashed against yours, hot and demanding, all tongue and teeth and desperation. He backed you up against the counter, hands roaming, gripping, pulling. You felt the edge of the vanity dig into your lower back, but you didn’t care—not when he was kissing you like he was starving, like he was claiming you.

His hands slid down, gripping your thighs, hoisting you up onto the counter like you weighed nothing. You gasped, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and that sound—that little sound you made—pulled a growl from his throat.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his lips trailing down your jaw, his teeth scraping against your neck. “You’re so goddamn pretty like this.”

Your fingers tangled in his blonde hair, tugging, making him groan against your skin. His hands tightened on your thighs, dragging you forward until there wasn’t an inch of space left between you. The heat of him, the scent of sweat and leather and the remnants of cologne, had your head spinning.

The distant noise of people moving around backstage barely registered. The show was over, but the energy was still thrumming through his veins, through yours, a raw kind of hunger that had nothing to do with the stage.

“Sebastian,” you whispered, breathless.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes dark, pupils blown. “Say it again,” he murmured.

You smirked, letting your fingers trail down his chest, feeling the heat beneath the fabric of his shirt. “Sebastian.”

His grip on your thighs tightened, his breathing heavy. “Fuck, baby,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to let you leave this room lookin’ this good.”

You grinned, nails raking lightly down his chest. “Then don’t.”

Sebastian let out a low, rough laugh, his fingers digging into your thighs like he was holding himself back—like he was trying to keep control. But you could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his chest heaved against yours. He was losing that battle, fast.

“Fuckn’ trouble,” he muttered, shaking his head, but his lips were already on your neck again, teeth scraping against sensitive skin. “You know that?”

You hummed, tilting your head to give him more access. “And you love it.”

He groaned, one hand slipping up your side, fingertips burning a trail over your skin even through the fabric of your outfit. “Yeah, I do,” he admitted, voice thick with something dark, something desperate. “Too fuckin’ much.”

Your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, pushing the sweaty fabric off his shoulders, revealing the hard lines of muscle, the tattoos inked into his skin. His breath hitched when your hands roamed over him, nails dragging just enough to make him shiver.

“You play a mean game out there,” you murmured, tracing patterns over his chest, your touch featherlight.

Sebastian smirked, eyes hooded as he looked down at you. “Yeah? That turn you on, baby?”

You rolled your hips just slightly, just enough to make him feel how much, and his head dropped back with a groan, fingers gripping your waist so tight you knew there’d be marks in the morning.

“Fuck,” he breathed, looking back at you, his pupils blown wide. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You grinned, pulling him down into another kiss, hot and deep, swallowing the sounds he made as he pressed you harder against the counter. The dressing room door wasn’t even locked, anyone could walk in—but neither of you gave a damn.

“Let ‘em see,” Sebastian murmured against your lips, as if reading your mind. “Let ‘em fuckin’ know.”

And then his hands were sliding up, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your clothes, and the only thing you could do was hold on tight.

Letting him undress you, showing him your exposed figure, his eyes filling up with lust, his hands roaming around, soon his lips attached to your neck, leaving marks everywhere he could.

soon clothes were on the floor, mouth were on each other, love was being made.

“m’fuck baby… feel so good,” Sebastian’s voice rung through my ears as I felt him fucking me from behind, one hand on my hip, the other in my hair, making me look up at him at the best times.

I clenched around him the more he pounded, his member felt so euphoric it was indescribable, the room was filled with clapping sounds, heavy grunts, loud moans, the stench of sex, cigarettes, sweat, it was disgusting. But fuck it was amazing.

The long our session became, the higher our sex drive became, orgasm after orgasm, my legs felt like putty, his grip getting loser the longer we went on, my body couldn’t take much more pleasure.

“I’m so fucking close… shit..” I heard him grunt behind me, throwing his head back, having his bliss coming to a halt, his hand came down to my neglected cilt, rubbing it at a rapid speed, my legs trembling by his motion, “fuck fuck fuck fuck,” my mumbled through my lips, my face falling into the sweaty humid air, barley being able to think.

As my bliss came to light, my head threw back, moans left my mouth, my grip on the dresser became harder, the mirror in front of us, showing off Sebastian’s body, filling him coat my walls, his stomach tensing slightly.

Fuck that was amazing.

[starlightwoofwoof]

guys uhhhhhhhhh

I may or not have made a fanfic about my Spooky Month x The Horror at Camp Jellyjam AU-

eheheh- take this as an early Halloween gift 🧡💚✨

anyway, here’s some extra stuff, including the cover I made for the WP version and a little doodle lol

If you read it, hope you enjoy, the first chapter isn’t as long as my SM x MLB fic but yeah

[spookyskidy]

HEY CHAT. LAST PART OF IM NOT YOUR SON IS OUT!!!!

BTW THIS ISNT THE END OF THE SERIES. JUST THE END OF THIS FIC :3